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October 13 - October 13, 2025
an uncapped human skull sat on an end table, its hollow provisioned with colorful hard candies.
Moon, are you lonely? Are you cold? It’s all right, Moon. I love you. You can live with me.
The thought crawled out of the wet black loam of her brain like some horrid new insect. It scrabbled unchecked through her mind, eating everything clean and good in her, laying clutches of wet, mucousy eggs in its stead.
She would continue to live because she was weak.
He still believed in the essential weakness of women. Her mother knew better.
Something broken barked and howled behind her joy.
she was the stronger of the two, unbeguiled by pretty dreams.
